COLLIDE

Sandle fic. This is the last chapter… Thank you, everyone for the reviews! And I'll be sad to see this end. Hope you Enjoy this chapter! By the way: I don't own the Chihuahua song.

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You and I Collide

"DADDY!" Emily and Leigh yelled simultaneously running to him as he walked in the front door and leaping into his arms.

Greg smiled. "How are the birthday girls doing?" he asked. They were turning eight today.

Luke, Greg's four year old son also wandered over, interrupting his older sister's reply. The little boy, who looked just like his father, crinkled up his nose. "Daddy, you smell icky…" he stated, retreating back to Sara, who had appeared as well.

She coughed. "Yeah… he does…" she smiled, lifting Luke into her arms. "Ugh… Decomp?"

He nodded. "Hot tub. All weekend. And the vic had the heat on…"

"It's ninety degrees outside and someone put the heat on? Please, tell me there were suspicious circs here…" Sara said, now intrigued as well as repulsed by this case.

Greg nodded. "And you get the honor of helping with it. Grissom's letting you come back tomorrow."

He took a step closer to her, while attempting to walk with Emily and Leigh now attached to his legs. The girls giggled as Sara coughed again. "I'll go get you some lemons." She said, making a quick departure, Luke still in her arms.

"Okay," he nodded. After a moment of skillful tickling the twins had finally unglued themselves from his legs and dragged him upstairs so he could check on Morgan, the three month old baby girl that had spent the last few months at home keeping Sara busy.

She came in the room behind him a moment later, bag of cut lemons and a plastic trash bag in one hand, the other was busy covering her nose. "How can you two stand that smell?" she asked Emily and Leigh who had reattached themselves to their father.

"What smell?" Emily asked, and proceeded to press her nose against Greg just to be sure he didn't smell.

Greg just laughed. "I told you they'd be immune to it."

Sara rolled her eyes. "You. Shower. Now." She said, pushing him in the general direction of the door.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm going…" he sighed, heading to do just that. He found himself glad that he hadn't worn a shirt he particularly liked that day as he knew anything he had worn would have to be burned, or else stink up the entire house.

"Make it fast!" she told him, catching the clothes as he was threw them at her. "We have to meet everyone at Chuck E. Cheese's in two hours."

He laughed. "I'm hurrying." He assured her.

"MOOOM!" Emily yelled from her room down the hall. "Luke's acting like Daddy again!"

Greg upon hearing this snorted in laughter, which is not the brightest thing to do when squeezing lemon juice on your head.

"What's he doing?" Sara called.

It was silent for a moment. "He found Daddy's hair gel."

She rushed out of the room to retrieve the over adventurous four year old.

Greg was getting out, smelling much better, when she returned, and she was laughing her head off.

"What?" he asked, having missed the rest of the conversation about Luke.

She gestured to Luke who was sitting on the bed, dirty blonde hair spiked to an extreme even Greg wouldn't try. It took Greg several minutes to compose himself, after quite literally rolling on the floor laughing.

"And everyone made fun of my hair…" he laughed, as Sara made sure he was de-stinked enough to go out in public.

Emily and Leigh ran into the room tackling Greg for no apparent reason. "Can we go now?" Leigh asked, sitting on his chest.

He nodded, grabbing her by the ankles and holding her upside down. She giggled as he dumped her on the bed. "Go get your shoes on." The two girls proceeded to race back out of the room.

"I'll go get Morgan." He told Sara, who was attempting to get Luke's hair semi-normal looking again.

Thirty minutes later Greg, Sara, Emily, Leigh, Luke, Morgan, Nick, with Katie and their five year old daughter Kaylee, Warrick, Catherine, Lindsey, and Grissom were all seated at one of the party tables at Chuck E. Cheese's.

"Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Emily and Leigh. Happy Birthday to you." Everyone sung and the twins blew out the candles on the cake together.

Warrick nudged Nick in the shoulder. "Are you going to be as obsessive over the cake now as you were at Greg and Sara's wedding?" he teased.

"Shut up." Nick mumbled, bopping his friend over the head.

A while later after everyone had had their fill of pizza and cake and the twins had gone through their birthday presents, everyone had spilt up to go play games.

"Dude! Your aim stinks!" Greg glared in Nick's general direction, putting a hand to the back of his head where the wooden skeeball had connected with his skull.

Nick just smiled sheepishly from his spot eight lanes over and laughed.

Greg approached him, returning the not so common blunt object. "How did you manage to hit me from eight lanes over?"

"You got in the way…" he grumbled, taking the ball and getting it in the 30 point hole.

"EIGHT LANES AWAY? You're just lucky that hit me and not one of the kids…" he scolded, mumbling incoherently and walking off to avoid further trauma.

"Well, I wouldn't have hit you if your head wasn't such a big target."

Greg turned back. "Are you calling me an egotist?"

"No." Nick shook his head. "I'd go with 'selfless giving optimist."

"Well, at least I can aim a skeeball at a hole." He replied, sticking his tongue out at his friend.

Nick returned the gesture, earning a giggle from Kaylee who'd been in search of her father as Greg walked away again.

(This actually happened. It was like my seventh birthday and my four year old brother was there with me and my friend Eric… hmm... Nice coincidence there… and I came back over and my brother had managed to hit Eric on the head from eight lanes away… I have no clue how this happened, though I know it was hysterical...)

Greg happened to wander over to Warrick next who had managed to get the high score on Dance, Dance Revolution and he was watching Lindsey attempt to beat his score.

"What's up?" he asked, standing beside his friend. "You look smug."

Warrick laughed. "Just watching Linds try and neat my score. It'll never happen."

Greg laughed as the music faded out. "Ugh, don't look now, but… she just did." He said, giving the twenty two year old a high five. "Way to go!"

"Thanks, Uncle Greg!" she grinned, sticking her tongue out at Warrick as she turned toward him. "Pay up." She stated, doing a victory dance as he handed her a twenty for beating him, in both the game and the bet that she'd win.

The three of them headed back to the party room to check on the little ones who'd been running around with Sara, Katie, Catherine and Grissom. Greg laughed upon realizing what was playing over the speaker system.

"Chihuahua! Chihuahua! Chihuahua! Chihuahua! Oh, Chihuahua!" Greg sang slightly off key along with the music, drawing unnecessary attention to himself. "I'm walking in the street. And the moon shine's bright. A little melody keeps feeling on my mind tonight. I gotcha! It's the song about Chihuahua. Yeah, that's cool alright."

Nick and Warrick cringed. "I'm not sure if that's better or worse than the Manson, Dir En grey, Miyavi, Gazette, X Japan, L'arc En Ceil, and Gackt." They listed off the bands Lindsey had gotten Greg into over the years.

Sara just laughed, holding Morgan in her arms as Emily and Leigh started dancing with their father. Luke, who, unlike Greg, was rather shy, hid behind her.

"It was fun. And a life without sorrow. Feels young. And when you think about tomorrow. Say YO! When you're about to freak out. Just go and then shout it out loud. Chihuahua here. Chihuahua there. Everybody wants it everywhere. Sing it loud. And life can be so easy." He finished another verse and the chorus and by now everyone was laughing their heads off. "What can make you move, Chihuahua. Can you feel the groove Chihuahua? What can make you dance? Oh Chihuahua! What can make you sing Chihuahua? Take it and you win Chihuahua. What can bring you joy. Oh Chihuahua!" as he progressed further into the song Nick Warrick and Grissom ducked out of the room to pretend they didn't know the crazy guy who'd started dancing. Horribly.

"Oh, no…" Sara sighed. "Why must he do this?"

"I'm driving in my car. Looking for a parking space. There it is my place. Someone else wins the race. NO, I give up. Today is not my day. But then I take a deep breathe and say: Calm down. When you're about to go crazy. Turn around. And feel as fresh as a daisy. Just run. Because it's time to go. Have fun and let the whole world know. Chihuahua here. Chihuahua there. Everybody wants it everywhere. Sing it loud. And life can be so easy Chihuahua."

"Please, tell me it's almost over?" Katie begged, standing beside Sara now.

She let out a shrug. "I hope so, or I may have to shoot him…"

Greg was grinning like an idiot as the song started to slow a bit. "What can make you move Chihuahua? Can you feel the groove Chihuahua? What can make you dance? Oh Chihuahua! What can make you sing Chihuahua? Take it and you win. Chihuahua. What can bring you joy. Oh Chihuahua! Chihuahua. Chihuahua. Chihuahua. Chihuahua. Oh Chihuahua! What can make you move Chihuahua? Can you feel the groove Chihuahua? What can make you dance? Oh Chihuahua! What can make you shout Chihuahua? What it's all about Chihuahua. What can bring you love
Oh Chihuahua!"

Greg took a bow before walking back to Sara. "What was that for?" he complained after promptly being bopped over the head.

"Take a guess Sherlock." She said, handing him Morgan.

He pretended to act confused. "What? You don't like my singing?"

She pondered that for a moment. "Let's just say if the shower head had ears, it would have gone deaf quite a while ago…"

"Hey!" he pouted. "That was mean!"

She laughed. "That was the point, Greggo."

He looked around. "I know Emily, Leigh, and Kaylee probably escaped with Nick and Rick, but where'd Luke go?"

Sara turned around; ready to point out the fact that he was standing right behind her when she was proven wrong. "I don't know." She said and went into panic mode. Greg was close behind.

Not a moment later they had everyone on a hunt for the four year old. "Luke!" Greg called having drawn the short straw and having to check the tubes overhanging the entire place.

A muffled "Hi, Daddy!" drew his attention to one of the tubes further away.

"LUCAS GREGORY SANDERS!" he yelled, trying to get his sons attention. That plan failed leaving him to crawl through the small tunnels to rescue the little boy.

After a moment he managed to escape, laying flat on his back near the ball pit, Luke wrangled in his arms. "What were you doing?" he asked.

"Pwaying." He responded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Greg let out a laugh. "Didn't mommy and I tell you something about wandering off?" he said, still lying down. He nodded, trying to look innocent. That worked. Greg chuckled, pulling his son into his arms. "You are a goof."

A voice from behind him got his attention. "Greg?" an all too familiar voice asked. "Sanders?"

He looked up to see a girl about his age standing behind him. It took him a moment to recognize her. "Hannah? What are you doing here?" he asked, rather defensively as he gripped his son tighter.

"So, you do remember me, huh?" she smiled, tossing her long brown braids over her shoulder.

He nodded. "I'll ask again. What are you doing here?"

"Same as you." She replied.

He raised an eyebrow. "Birthday party?"

She scoffed. "No! Like you're here for a birthday party…" she didn't believe him, which was kind of ridiculous as he was holding his clone in his arms.

He was standing now, Luke up on his shoulders. "My daughter's just turned eight." He told her, backing slightly as she advanced on him.

"I knew I shouldn't have broken up with you fifteen years ago." She stated, going completely off-topic.

'Why did I ever even consider dating this… this witch?' he asked himself. Luke, who had apparently become bored, had started tugging on his hair. "Daddy…"

"Hmm?" he looked up, careful to avoid knocking him off. "What's up? Other than you that is?" he asked.

Before Luke could answer he saw Hannah take a step closer, reaching for him, he avoided her but ended up falling back into the ball pit, Luke on top of him. "Thanks for the warning their Luke…" he laughed; now completely ignoring his ex-girlfriend.

Luke giggled; picking up one of the plastic balls and throwing it at his father, Greg returned the favor, gently of course and practically fell over laughing when Luke aimed for Hannah standing outside. After a moment he picked up his son and climbed out going in search of Sara so they could call off the search. "Let's go hunt down your mom." He said, putting Luke back on his shoulders.

"Greg. Wait!" Hannah called grabbing his arm.

He shook his head. "No. I'm going to find my wife and my three daughters and have fun." He said. "Don't even bother talking to me again." He told her, and pulled out of her grip. "Ow!" he flinched as Luke kicked him lightly and tugged on his ears. "Knock that off."

He laughed when his son continued lightly kicking his side saying "Giddy up!"

"What do you say we cash in those tickets now?" he asked his son, flipping him over his head and catching him in his arms before setting him on the ground beside him. Luke nodded quickly.

He got a bag of cotton candy for Luke who had insisted upon it since Greg knew just as well as he did that Emily and Leigh wouldn't share theirs and a large stuffed animal for Sara. He'd give the twins the rest of his tickets as he had won a huge jackpot of tickets on one of the games.

"You found him!" Sara called to him from where she stood next to an equally worried Nick and Warrick.

Greg nodded. "Yup." He pointed to the tubes along the ceiling. "Up there."

Sara handed Morgan to him and pulled Luke into her arms. "Please, don't do that again." She told him.

Greg handed her the big plushy and smiled when she laughed. "Thanks, Greggo." She grinned before he leaned over to kiss her.

That is the end of Collide. Random fluff and a random problem and random Greg singing. You can find the Chihuahua song on Youtube. I'd like to thank everyone who assisted me in writing this story and all those who read and reviewed it. I have a few other random plot bunnies in my head I'm gonna get under control before I get back to work on everything I've been neglecting recently.

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